A MEMORY IN SOLITARY

When in solitude I steal time to think

And of your cherished memory drink,

I wish my lonely loving cup

Was with your own sweet self filled up.

But many a sup the lip has sought

Is always better given than bought,

So I think on with you in mind

And from your cherished image find

Some consolation for a heart

So cruelly made to play this part.

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THE AGE OF WORRY ►

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 11th Mar 2018 16:12

Perhaps more of a nod to the pain of unrequited love at any
age, JC.

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John Coopey

Sun 11th Mar 2018 08:52

Lost love, eh, MC?

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